Wallet.
Lettuce.
Wallettuce.
Money.
(Especially for a vegan.)
Dispatched.
Cheddar.
Dispatcheddar.
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I guess that way is easier than carrying a lunch box. I don't dare ask where the dressing is stored.
ReplyDeleteThat's too bad, because if you'd dared, then I would have told you.
ReplyDeleteNext time...
Salad.
Advice.
Saladvice.